On this day, so many years ago, 50 years after the signing of the Declaration of Independence, Thomas Jefferson laid on his bed in Monticello, fading in and out of consciousness, asking the ones taking care of him again and again, "is it the 4th yet?" And when someone reported to him that it was the 4th, he let himself go. He had been clinging to life, staying for this day.
Don't ask how I know that.
Happy Fourth of July ❤